"The will of the progenitor?"
Feng Yaoyao's beautiful phoenix eyes widened. My God, an ancient bird has come back to life!
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Outside the sacred island of Tianchi, a small boat drifted slowly toward the opposite shore.
This area is protected by a powerful anti-air and anti-magic array. To leave the Heavenly Pool Holy Land, unless one is led by a saint, one can only do what ordinary people do and slowly make their way to the shore in a small boat.
At this moment, the sky was clear and the weather was fine.
Chi Li, Lin Huixin, and Chi Yang, a family of three, sat on a small boat, their minds relaxed and at ease. Since arriving at the Heavenly Lake Holy Land, their spirits had been constantly on edge, unable to relax at any moment. Now that they had left the Heavenly Lake Holy Land, that tension had finally been released, allowing their spirits to regain their freedom.
"Father, Mother, my eldest brother hates us so much, will he ever forgive us?"
Chi Yang hugged his knees and stared at the water, speaking in a daze.
"It's up to us to make things happen. We can't expect Yuan'er to forgive us. We can only do our best to resolve the hatred in his heart."
Chi Li said in a deep and serious tone.
"The Heavenly Pool Domain, spanning eight hundred miles, was once a great holy land. However, a calamity suddenly arose, causing the hearts of the people to scatter and destroying its foundation."
Just then, an old, melodious voice drifted over.
Immediately, the temperature around the boat plummeted, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and a thin layer of ice appeared on the water's surface. Snowflakes then settled on it, quickly covering it with a pure white blanket of snow.
Suddenly, a thin white mist surged out, and before anyone knew it, a lone boat appeared in the hazy mist. On the boat sat an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, leisurely fishing with a fishing rod.
"Hey, let me see what I caught this time."
The old man in the straw raincoat suddenly pulled up his fishing rod, and a broken ancient brass cauldron was pulled up by the fishing line.
The old man in the straw raincoat raised his hand and took the ancient brass cauldron into his hand. He shook his head in disappointment: "Another damaged sacred artifact, what a waste of my bait."
The old man in the straw raincoat casually put away the ancient bronze cauldron, then suddenly turned to look at Chi Yang, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "Young friend, how about I bestow upon you a great fortune?"
Chi Yang was taken aback upon hearing this. Already wary of the old man because of the strange scene, he became even more cautious and asked carefully, "May I ask who you are, senior?"
"Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths."
"An old man in a straw hat and raincoat, alone in a small boat, fishing in the cold river snow."
"My name is Jiang Shangweng. I am honored by the respect of my fellow Daoists who call me Emperor Hantian."
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